Chapter 441


    With more than a dozen people standing guard outside the storage room, not even a fly would be


    able to get in. But what''s going on now?


    A secondter, the inside of the storage room became as bright as day.


    Sensing that someone had somehow gotten inside, all the people outside quickly turned on their


    shlights, illuminating the man''s shadowy outline.


    They saw that his hair was disheveled and that he was tall and slender. He was also neatly dressed


    in a clean suit. However, he looked just like a devil among men!


    Brutus'' eyes were as round as saucers as he staggered backward. His expression also shifted


    drastically, his face turning ashen in an instant.


    Crabface!


    Holton also widened his eyes, and even the weak and barely conscious Ynda was shocked.


    No one dared to move. In fact, they even tried to breathe as quietly as possible.


    At that moment, Crabface moved. He crouched down, ced an arm around Ysabel''s shoulders,


    and gently lifted her. "It''s me."


    It was a familiar voice.


    Ysabel''s eyes flew wide open. Through the unkempt hair that shielded his face, she finally saw his


    handsome and familiar face.


    Donald! He''s back!


    She covered her mouth with her hands, then flung her arms around Donald and burst into loud


    sobs. "You''ve finally returned! I knew you weren''t dead— ouch!"


    Too caught up in her excitement, she had moved too suddenly and tugged at the wound at her


    waist. She had sustained that injury after Brutus tossed her aside, which caused her to crash


    against the door frame.


    Donald furrowed his brows. Stroking her wound gently with his right hand, he mused coldly, "It''s an


    injury caused by severe impact, and the muscles are bruised. If the impact had struck three


    centimeters further to the side, it would''ve ruptured your kidney and spleen and caused massive


    hemorrhaging."


    His tone was so icy that it seemed as though he were speaking from the depths of hell.


    Brutus felt his heart pound frantically, and he could not stop himself from retreating several steps.


    He smelled trouble as he knew Donald''s remark was directed straight at him!


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    "Who did this?" Donald asked Ysabel.


    Slowly raising her hand, Ysabel pointed at Brutus.


    "Get some rest first." As Donald pressed his right hand on Ysabel''s waist, she felt heat spreading


    into her body. The sensation was warm andforting, and the pain quickly dissipated.


    Stunned by his skill, she widened her eyes again.


    As Donald slowly rose to his feet, his hair still covered his face making it difficult for others to get a


    good look at him.


    "You should tie your hair." Ysabel was already able to get to her feet and stand on tiptoes.


    Removing the stic band from her ponytail, she quickly helped him tie his hair back, thus revealing


    his face.


    Holton, Ynda, and Brutus were dumbfounded at the sight before them.


    Donald was breathtakingly handsome. However, it was his eyes that struck the others with horror.


    His eyes glinted with golden light like two magicmps, and amidst the flickering glow, they


    emanated a strange air.


    "Donald Campbell!" Brutus eximed with a gasp. He had seen Donald''s photo before, so he


    recognized him at a nce.


    He''s the person Ss has been searching for high and low!


    The next moment, terror filled his heart.


    No wonder he dared to kill Brandon and Peterson! It turns out he possesses such terrifying power!


    "It was you, wasn''t it?" Donald looked at Brutus impassively.


    Brutus'' face turned as pale as a sheet. Clenching his jaw, he swung arge fist toward Donald.


    At almost the same time, the people standing behind made their move and charged inside.


    Donald raised his right foot slightly and stomped on the ground, sending those behind him flying


    backward through the air. Then, they disintegrated into a white powder instantaneously.


    What the f*ck!


    Wide-eyed, Holton and Ynda exchanged nces. They could see the shock in each other''s


    eyes.


    Meanwhile, Brutus felt as though he was stuck in a quagmire before his punch could get anywhere


    near Donald. He could not move forward at all, not even an inch.


    Watching more than a dozen of hisckeys get pulverized before they could even react had also


    shocked him to the core.